That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

"So you can also exert your power in this city."

"What do you mean? Explain it more clearly."

"Recently, a weakening curse has also become popular in Uruk, and several people have died as a result."

"Ah, is that it? Of course, it can be done, but I won't do something so boring."

"why."

"Needless to say, doing this is tantamount to indirectly helping the Goddess of the Beasts. My goal is also the Holy Grail. Besides, using the Goddess's power in another city under my protection will definitely be discovered by the other me."

"So what is the reason for the decay curse in Uruk?"

"Don't you already know? Deaths piled up meaninglessly are just spirits that have taken lives without a reason. They are probably more easily affected because they have been close to the underworld. Also, although I promised you that I would try to act with you at night, I also made a request. You haven't forgotten that, have you?"

"Offerings".

“That’s right, you should be grateful that I, the goddess of the underworld, am merely appearing before you.”

"How about we go there together?" Hall smiled and pointed to the bustling crowd.

"Why!"

"Didn't you say you wanted offerings?"

"what?"

“Those are citizens of Uruk, you know. Are you going to kill them? Although I’m quite pleased that you’re willing to offer your souls as sacrifices, how about you reconsider? You have your own human perspective.” Ereshkigal was initially surprised, but quickly realized something, and his eyes betrayed his worry.

This silly goddess, she misunderstood what I meant, but why is she suddenly thinking about me now?

Hall shook his head: "Are you very interested in human adventure stories? In that case, why not try to integrate into the human world?"

“Ah, I see.” Ereshkigal suddenly realized, a hint of loneliness and sadness appearing in her eyes. She shook her head, feigning indifference, and said, “I am the goddess of the underworld, the symbol of death, the evil that humans fear. How could I do such a thing?”

"If we don't get caught, we'll be fine."

Without a word, Hall grabbed Ereshkigal's little hand and hurried toward the central street, passing through dark alleys.

Ereshkigal's face flushed red, and she didn't even offer a token resistance.

Hall glanced at the goddess of the underworld behind him. She was like a shy and cute girl in love. Although she was the goddess of the underworld, she inherited the girlish side of the base (body).

The Seventh Singularity is practically like a visual novel where you conquer a goddess.

That's pretty much how it is in reality. After arriving at this singularity, Fujimaru Ritsuka basically spent her time conquering the goddess.

However, Hall's purpose in coming to the Seventh Singularity was to "conquer" an object that was theoretically impossible to conquer.

Chapter 370 Feeding Mother Tiamat the Holy Grail!

As night deepened, the bustling central streets of Uruk were teeming with pedestrians. Bright firelight illuminated their smiling faces, creating a lively and joyful atmosphere. Immersed in this scene, one could easily forget the crisis currently facing Uruk.

Hall pushed through the crowd and came to a barbecue stall: "Two servings of roasted lamb, please."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The stall owner glanced at Hall a few more times, especially at Hall's attire, which seemed out of place in Uruk, and couldn't help but ask, "Sir, judging from your attire, you don't seem to belong to Uruk City, nor are you from any other city. Are you an elite soldier directly under the King?"

Hall nodded: "Now I am indeed working for the King."

The stall owner became even more enthusiastic, "Haha, such a unique customer as you is rare even in Uruk. You're easy to spot. But you speak the local language very well. Recently, a large number of fugitives have entered Uruk, and language barriers are a frequent problem."

"This is something I had to learn to work for that king."

"Your grilled meat." The vendor wrapped the grilled meat in a washed plant leaf and handed it to Hall.

Hall handed over a silver coin, with Gilgamesh engraved on the obverse and Enkidu on the reverse.

Originally, the main means of trade in this era was barter. To facilitate the circulation of goods, King Gilgamesh minted these coins.

"Your guest is the king's elite soldier, so we will not charge you Uruk coins this time."

Hall chuckled: "No need to be polite, money is just something external to me."

The stall owner laughed and said, "I'm already very satisfied that I can eat and drink my fill and have a place to stay. Everyone knows that it wouldn't be surprising if Uruk City disappeared at any time. We can live peacefully here because of the soldiers and you. If the money is not important to you, we can't accept it."

Okay, thank you.

Hall was surprised by the stall owner's words, thanked him, and left.

Although Hall disagreed with the idiotic views of Flash in FSN, after spending some time with them, he had to admit that the citizens of Uruk were indeed closer to the good nature of humanity than modern humans.

A bonfire was lit in the center of the street, and soldiers took off their armor and mingled with the people, laughing and chatting. Some people were singing about the deeds of Gilgamesh and Enkidu, some were performing talents, and some were sharing food.

The roof of a low-lying house on the outskirts of the street was in a place where even the firelight could not reach.

Ereshkigal stood by the wall, her jewel-like red eyes watching the bustling crowd. This was a scene she rarely saw in the Underworld; the lively atmosphere and energy were enough to make even the mistress of the Underworld hesitate.

The goddess of the underworld twirled her golden hair around her finger, then lowered her gaze and sighed softly, "What am I doing..."

Hall came to her side, looking at her forlorn figure, and was touched by her vulnerability. "I'm not doing anything. The three goddesses' goal is to destroy Uruk. Since I have made a pact with you, what I want to do is to help you understand the existence of humans better."

"You did something pointless. Don't forget that my foundation is humanity."

"But you've never really met or understood a living person, have you?

Hall smiled and handed over the roasted meat in his hand: "This is an offering."

“The offering to the goddess is at least a whole sheep, and the goddess doesn’t need to eat,” Ereshkigal said, feigning disgust.

“Strange, the clay tablets in Uruk record that the offerings contained food.”

"That's because food is essential for human survival, and most of the offerings to the goddess are meaningless to her. The gods must teach humankind that one cannot gain without effort."

"Arei, your foundation is human, so it's alright to have a taste."

"That's pretty much it. It's neither beneficial nor harmful. If you have to choose between necessity and non-necessity, then it's the latter."

"Come sit here."

Hall walked to the edge of the roof and sat down, patting the ground around him. From there, he could see the bustling crowd.

Ereshkigal sat down next to Hall.

"Speaking of which, the presence of the dead can no longer be sensed underground."

Hall certainly didn't come here to date the goddess, at least not for that reason.

The underground of Uruk contains a complex and intricate network of buildings, remnants of this ancient city. No one can understand the underground of Uruk anymore, and that place has become a natural stronghold for filth.

Diseases, undead, rats, curses, monsters, and so on are rampant.

Hall had the earth elemental spirit find the undead that caused the decay curse in Uruk, and it would inevitably take Hall a lot of effort to deal with it himself.

If they were the goddess of the underworld who controls death, they could probably deal with them with a wave of her hand.

"Huh?" Ereshkigal exclaimed like a startled rabbit.

Seeing the goddess of the underworld's amusing reaction, Hall suppressed a laugh: "My familiar has been monitoring the undead in the Uruk underground palace. Do you have any clues?"

Ereshkigal blushed and looked away, raising his voice and stammering, "That was just... just... don't misunderstand, I just happened to be bored and dealt with those undead. Besides, the purpose of the underworld is to provide a home for the dead. I was just fulfilling the goddess's duty."

After saying that, she emphasized, "It was just boredom! It was more of a coincidence! You know?"

The moment their eyes met, Ereshkigal looked down in surprise, nervously twisting his fingers.

“There’s no need to get so worked up.” Hall picked up a piece of roast meat and held it to Ereshkigal’s lips.

She was somewhat confused and bewildered, then blushed, took a small bite with her cherry lips, and whispered, "Strange taste."

Hall also took a bite. The meat was extremely tender, and the salt alone made it very delicious, along with an unknown spice that tasted like pepper.

Ereshkigal snorted, "Continue."

"What."

"I'll make time tonight to do these boring and meaningless things with you, for the sake of the story, since you didn't finish telling me the adventure story last time."

"Where were we talking about?"

"Lancer Diarmuid's curse, with such intense resentment, he will surely become a formidable vengeful spirit in the underworld."

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Late at night, after bidding farewell to Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld, Hall returned to the Servant dormitory and could sense the presence of several Servants.

Tomoe Gozen, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, and Fuma Kotaro.

"The magic response is stable; they should all be asleep."

Hall returned to his room and was speechless at the scene inside.

Her own bed was occupied by the director, Olga Marie, while her servant, Jeanne d'Arc, slept wrapped in a blanket in the corner of the room.

The magic eye could see Olga Marie's current physical condition without the need for firelight. She was exhausted both mentally and physically, and was sleeping soundly. Her long dress had been cleaned with magic, but the red stockings covering her jade-like legs had several holes, indicating that she must have suffered a lot during the day.

Speaking of vulgarity, those red threads are probably the most memorable thing about her.

"I'll spare you from being thrown down for now, since you've been working so hard," Hall muttered, lying down next to Olga Marie.

The demonic eye glows, and it connects with the vengeful goddess Gorgon through a contract.

"Let's begin."

Gorgon sneered: "You asked for this, you little bug. Your existence and your cries are destined to go unheard. You are so insignificant and weak, yet you still want to go?"

"That's why I came here."

"It's incomprehensible. Humanity has already abandoned Paradise and is burdened with original sin, yet it is now foolish enough to try to touch Mother."

The vengeful goddess Gorgon gained the power of the "Womb of All Beasts" by sharing her senses with Tiamat.

What Hall wanted to do was to use the contract to reach the deepest part of Gorgon's consciousness through the seal of Gorgon's self-awareness and touch the sleeping Mother Goddess of Creation.

Hall closed his eyes, letting his consciousness sink into the unknown depths, drawn by the contract.

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Glug~ Glug~ Glug glug~

The sound of boiling water is deeper and longer, like listening to the bubbles of your own breath in the deep sea where sound cannot reach.

This feeling was very familiar; Hall had experienced it when he peered into his own origins.

The form of consciousness returned to its origin and arrived at the Sea of ​​Origin, like a drop of water falling into the ocean. Before consciousness is diluted, it must first establish its own existence.

Hall focused his consciousness, confirmed his own existence, and the moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in a magnificent and strange world.